Maila Becomes a Succubus

"Only you can make this decision, priestess," Derrog prodded, "For if you renounce your goddess it must be of your own free will, complete and irrevocable. Once you devote yourself to me, I will own you body and soul--you will never have the choice to betray me as you now consider betraying the one you so recently claim to worship."

The demon's words stung. The true implications of what Maila was considering sank in. How could she abandon all that she had sworn to be? How could she revoke her solemn vows?

Then she looked over at Junipher, who was the very essence of female sexuality. The barmaid-turned-succubus was physically perfect in every way, all imperfections erased and all qualities enhanced by her magical transformation into an erotic demoness. Junipher narrowed her sultry eyes and licked her lips, and Maila knew she was lost.

"Take me, Darrog," the priestess said, even though her eyes stayed locked on those of Junipher.

"Very well, slut," he replied with a smirk. "What is your greatest sexual fear?"

Maila was taken aback by the question, both because it was unexpected and because it was a topic she had never really considered before. "My greatest sexual fear?" she replied, confused. "I... Well, I..." she stammered. "I don't have one. I'm not afraid of anything sexual."

The demon's smirk turned into a sneer. "Is that so? What do YOU think, my pet?" he asked Junipher. The succubus sauntered over to Maila and put her taloned hands on both sides of the priestess' forehead. She reached out her inhumanly long tongue and licked from the peak of Maila's nose up to where her hair began to grow at the top of her forehead.

"She fears anal sex, my lord," the succubus told her master, "And the humiliation of having others watch her be debased."

"What?!" Maila shouted. "That's not true!"

Derrog laughed, an evil chuckle that chilled the priestess to the bone. "A succubus is never wrong about such things, human slut. And besides, I can see from the look of fear in your eyes that it is exactly true." He started to laugh louder. "In fact, this is perfect! I will use your conversion to demonstrate to the other lessor demons that my standing has improved. Two succubi under my command will make me more powerful than any of the rest of them!"

As his laughter grew in intensity and volume, Maila watched as the very air around them shimmered. She felt vaguely disoriented, and was then shocked to find that the bedchamber they had been in was now an arena of sorts. There were nasty-looking torture devices all around them on a large dirt floor, with rows of seats filled with creatures of every description. The animalistic spectators yelled and howled, screaming obscenities and clearly demanding a show.

Junipher was standing right next to Maila, and somehow when she whispered in the priestess' ear she was able to hear every word despite the deafening roar of the crowd. "This will be delicious, little girl," the former barmaid told her. "You're going to be raped up the ass by our master, right here in front of everyone!"

"No!" Maila gasped.

"Oh, yes, you little fucking slut," the succubus hissed. "And you're going to beg for it. You're going to give yourself to him, body, soul, and spirit. You're going to be a wanton little harlot in heat, you're going to show all these other demons just how depraved and nasty a little fucktoy you can be. You're going to make them jealous that Darrog is fucking you and not them. And the whole time you're doing it, you're going to think about how stupid you were to worship your other pathetic goddess and how fully and completely you're giving yourself to Darrog. Understand?"

Maila couldn't even respond. This WAS her worst sexual fear. She had never allowed ANYONE to touch her virgin asshole, and she certainly didn't want other people to think that she was a slut. To her, sex was a private matter that was best handled as such.

Yet the tingle between her legs was unmistakably an overt sign of her arousal. Her earlier rape at the hands of these two denizens of evil had started a change in her, and events were now hurtling out of control. If she DIDN'T give in, she knew that they would torture and rape her anyway, punishing her and making her a breeding whore for demon spawn.

Her mind made up, she walked a few steps over to where a rough wooden sawhorse was set up. Without a word, she bent herself over it and called to Darrog with her eyes. With a wicked sneer he walked over, ripped her skirt down to her knees and tore her panties completely off. The crowd went wild.

"Here is Maila!" he screamed to the rabid spectators. "A priestess of one of our main enemies!" The crowd booed and hissed. "Offering herself to me, to be turned into a succubus and one of my own consorts of evil!" At this, the crowd went berserk. Maila could feel the waves of hate and lust washing over her.

Darrog smacked her ass hard, making the prone girl scream in pain. Again, the crowd loved it. "Now," he whispered to her as quietly as he could while still being heard, "You become my bitch." And without any further warning he rammed his rock-hard demon pole into her sopping cunt, then pulled it out and used those pussy juices to lubricate his otherwise vicious thrust into her virgin asshole. Maila raised her head and screamed her throat raw, but Darrog paid her no heed as he immediately began to pump in and out.

Maila's brain was lost in a haze of pain and humiliation. She may have blacked out but couldn't be sure; all she knew was that her entire existence seemed focused on the sensations she felt in her anus.

Then suddenly she felt a jolt of sexual pleasure from her breasts, and she looked down to find Junipher on her knees in front of her, squeezing Maila's mammaries and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Next she felt her slit spasm with pleasure, and somehow she knew that Darrog had sprouted a second penis that was now tickling her pleasure nub and would soon enter her well-used pussy. And at some point during all this, her mind mixed the pain and pleasure together, deciding that pleasure was a more enjoyable way to interpret the sensations.

The next time Darrog smacked her ass, it was a moan of pure sexual pleasure that escaped her lips rather than a scream of pain. When Junipher brutally pinched one nipple between two of her talons, Maila should have shrieked in pain but instead yelped in ecstasy. She felt Darrog's pace quicken and knew he was approaching orgasm.

"Give yourself to me, bitch," he commanded. "Renounce your so-called goddess. Once you do, and I cum inside your ass in front of all these watchers, you will be a succubus."

Maila didn't know why she had doubted earlier or had second thoughts at all. "I am yours, mighty Darrog!" she moaned. "I am your slut, your whore, your fucktoy! Use me, rape me, and abuse me! I am yours to do with as you please."

"Yes!" called Darrog as his pounding reached a fever pitch.

"I renounce my goddess. I hate her and everything she stands for. I will do anything you command to undermine her and her teachings. I will seduce, ensnare and convert, or kill her supporters. I serve and worship only you, my lord! Only YOU, my lord! ONLY YOU MY LORD!" Maila screamed as her body was wracked with the most intense feelings of sexual ecstasy imaginable. It was as if the entire universe itself existed only to pleasure her for a split second. Were she not propped up on the sawhorse she would have collapsed, but instead Darrog thrust himself in her ass to the hilt, spewing his demonic seed deep into her rectum. Many in the crowd had been masturbating or rutting animalistically, and as the show on the arena floor reached its peak, so did many in the audience.

After Darrog finished spewing torrents of cum inside her, he pulled out and shot one last load onto her sweaty rump and lower back. Maila did collapse to the side, exhausted and spent. Junipher leaned down to brush an errant strand of hair off of the abused girl's face. "You are indeed beautiful, sister," she cooed, and Maila knew that her transformation was complete.